The impulse surged within him like a tidal wave!
Kill her! You have to kill her!
The person before him was his sister—but in Kong’s eyes, she was merely an Apostle disguised as his sister!
That manic grin seemed to radiate the exhilaration of crushing all enemies.
"Brother..."
How flawlessly the Apostle mimicked her.
With disdain, his fist swung through the air!
This dream had haunted him countless times.
In the Abyssal Prison, the lonely days blurred together in this recurring nightmare, this endless guilt. Each time, he tried to break free—but an invisible barrier trapped him in its suffocating realism.
Then, a voice pierced through.
"Why did I fall for you? You’re just a jerk. Petty-minded. Only two years older than me. Just... gentle. Just..."
"So you’re actually two years younger than me?"
Kong opened his eyes to see the girl sitting beside his bed. Fully dressed yet reluctant to wake him, she’d been murmuring nonsense right before his eyes.
"Wah! You heard all that?!"
Night Zero jolted backward, tumbling onto the bed with a loud *creak*—as if they’d been doing something scandalous.
"Yeah, pretty much."
Kong scratched his head awkwardly, slowly propping himself up with a yawn. He genuinely looked like he’d just woken.
But...
Even half-asleep, the impulse was undeniable. A throbbing ache pulsed between his legs. He couldn’t just crawl out of the covers in front of Night Zero—not with her looking so innocent. Sure, she’d unintentionally pressed against him all night, but... facing her like this felt impossible.
*Ah, whatever.*
Using the blanket as cover, Kong inched closer to Night Zero.
"W-What are you doing?!" she gasped, though her body made no move to flee.
Kong offered a faint smile, then threw his arms around her and pulled her down.
"Eh?!"
The man buried in her chest seemed to be inhaling her scent. Had his abstinence reached its limit? Was he really going to do something so shameless this early? Yet... Kong did nothing but rest his head there. Slowly, Night Zero’s embarrassment faded.
Nestled against her, his hands itched to touch—but all Kong craved was solace. Her warmth embraced him like an ocean.
*Why did I fall for Night Zero?*
Was it that fleeting glance five years ago? Back when despair over his sister had hollowed him out—had her desperate "Run first!" carved itself into his heart? Or was it her relentless efforts to save him over five years? Her resilient, captivating eyes?
Or perhaps... he’d fallen into an abyss from the very start. An abyss called tenderness.
Kong let his thoughts drift, focusing only on the fragrance and softness against his cheek.
After ten silent minutes—just as Night Zero began wondering if he had some weird fetish—he lifted his head.
"It’s getting late. Time for class. You should get ready too. Planning to sleep in?"
Night Zero stared blankly. *I woke up before you! I’ve been watching you sleep for ages—and now I’m the lazy one?*
Pouting, she stomped into the bathroom to freshen up. She *had* risen earlier—but only to dress and admire Kong’s sleeping face.
While she washed up, Kong sighed and picked up the newspaper beside the bed.
*Strongest Apostle...*
He scoffed inwardly. These ignorant writers had no clue about the Apostles’ true power—no idea whether the invaders from five years ago were even strong.
"Strongest" was just a cheap headline.
The reported attack site was deep in North America. Far from here. Kong tossed the paper aside, reassured.
After washing up, they walked out hand-in-hand like a married couple—utterly composed.
...So composed, they forgot this was the *female faculty dormitory*.
"No way!! Night Zero, you’re living with this new guy?!"
A female teacher from their grade—clearly Night Zero’s close friend—lunged forward and yanked Night Zero away.
"Hey... Vivian, keep it down," Night Zero hissed.
The moment those words left her mouth, Kong realized the severity. Only one witness—for now. Panicked, he bolted past them, flung open the window at the corridor’s end, and leaped out in one fluid motion. Like a phantom lover—here one second, gone the next.
